Post by blip on Feb 17, 2009 12:49:12 GMT 10
[/size]`Chesiree Nikole McKenna !!!
wild; fun-loving; ambitious
Name: Chesiree McKenna
Nickname(s): Chess, Chessy, Chez
Major: Dance
Age: 19
Grade: Sophomore
Birthdate: July 12th 1990
Orientation: heterosexual
Location: Shawnee, Oklahoma
`Appearance ,,
Over all, Chesiree is a very pretty girl. Her chocolate brown, wavy locks hang down to the middle of her back, but they are most of the time twisted into a braid, or in a bun for when she dances. Ches has a found face. Her eyes are the coolest ice-gray color, but in the light they take on an aquamarine color, and at night they look silver. Her eyes are her favorite asset. Her eyebrows are thin, and her eyes are complimented by two rows of thick black lashes. Her nose is thin, which she hates. Chesiree's full, pink lips are almost always smiling, revealing straight, white teeth. Chesiree's ears are pierced, and always has earrings on. Chesiree's actual skin tone is usually quite pale, but she ALWAYS has a tan. As long as she has on mascara and a nice tan, she's ready to go anywhere.
Just like any typical dancer, Chesiree's body is long and lean, even though she actually is quite strong. Ches is proud of her flat stomach and thin legs, and is always ready to flaunt them in a bikini at the beach. Her toe and fingernails are always painted a color to match her outfit, from a metallic silver to even just a clear coat. Thats another thing about her, Chesiree loves to match. Everything she wears that day has to be the same color, even her socks. But she's got quite the fashion sense. She loves her coach bag more than anything else in her wardrobe, even though her red stiletto's come close after. Chesiree can always be seen with either one (or both) on, every day.
Over all, Chesiree is a very pretty girl. Her chocolate brown, wavy locks hang down to the middle of her back, but they are most of the time twisted into a braid, or in a bun for when she dances. Ches has a found face. Her eyes are the coolest ice-gray color, but in the light they take on an aquamarine color, and at night they look silver. Her eyes are her favorite asset. Her eyebrows are thin, and her eyes are complimented by two rows of thick black lashes. Her nose is thin, which she hates. Chesiree's full, pink lips are almost always smiling, revealing straight, white teeth. Chesiree's ears are pierced, and always has earrings on. Chesiree's actual skin tone is usually quite pale, but she ALWAYS has a tan. As long as she has on mascara and a nice tan, she's ready to go anywhere.
Just like any typical dancer, Chesiree's body is long and lean, even though she actually is quite strong. Ches is proud of her flat stomach and thin legs, and is always ready to flaunt them in a bikini at the beach. Her toe and fingernails are always painted a color to match her outfit, from a metallic silver to even just a clear coat. Thats another thing about her, Chesiree loves to match. Everything she wears that day has to be the same color, even her socks. But she's got quite the fashion sense. She loves her coach bag more than anything else in her wardrobe, even though her red stiletto's come close after. Chesiree can always be seen with either one (or both) on, every day.
Best Feature: Chesiree's favorite feature is her ice-gray eyes. She loves the way that in the light they look blue, and silver at night. People often compliment her eyes, and, knowing Chess, of course she likes that attention.
Worst Feature: Chess hates the shape of her face, and her nose. Her nose is way too thin and pointy, in her opinion. And her face is too round. She wishes she had a thinner face, she thinks it would make her look older.[/size]
`Personality ,,
Wild
This includes daring, crazy, and bold. Chesiree will do anything, anytime, anywhere, without hesitation. This side of her gets the brunette in trouble alot. Chess is definitely not afraid of anything, and she loves that. The nineteen-year-old loves a challenge, so don't underestimate her. You might just be surprised with what she's capable of.
fun-loving
If Chesiree knows anything, it's how to have fun. Whether it's something as simple as clubbing with her friends 'till 4am, or shopping, or even skydiving, Chess is determined to live life to the fullest. That trait comes from her parents. Her friends also play a big part in this. Chess loves chilling with her group of friends, and can always be seen with one of them by her side.
Ambitious
What really makes her happy is dancing. Boy, does Chesiree love to dance. That is what really keeps her from insanity. She uses the floor as her punching bag, and expresses her emotions with movement. Theres nothing like the feeling of performing to her, thats what she was born to do. Chessy plans on becoming a professional dancer, and won't stop until she's at the top.
Wild
This includes daring, crazy, and bold. Chesiree will do anything, anytime, anywhere, without hesitation. This side of her gets the brunette in trouble alot. Chess is definitely not afraid of anything, and she loves that. The nineteen-year-old loves a challenge, so don't underestimate her. You might just be surprised with what she's capable of.
fun-loving
If Chesiree knows anything, it's how to have fun. Whether it's something as simple as clubbing with her friends 'till 4am, or shopping, or even skydiving, Chess is determined to live life to the fullest. That trait comes from her parents. Her friends also play a big part in this. Chess loves chilling with her group of friends, and can always be seen with one of them by her side.
Ambitious
What really makes her happy is dancing. Boy, does Chesiree love to dance. That is what really keeps her from insanity. She uses the floor as her punching bag, and expresses her emotions with movement. Theres nothing like the feeling of performing to her, thats what she was born to do. Chessy plans on becoming a professional dancer, and won't stop until she's at the top.
Likes: toy poodles, magazines, her coach bag, her signature red stilettos, salad, vodka, partying, the color red, flirting, her cell phone, dancing, music.
Dislikes: reading, baggy clothes, cheap makeup, not being the center of attention, the smell of glue, eggs, humidity, dirt.
Positive Traits:
Ambitious
What Chesiree loves to do most is dance, and she will do anything to reach her goal. Nothing can stop her from reaching her dreams of becoming a professional dancer, she won't stop till she's at the top.
fun loving
Chesiree takes life as just a big game, play to have fun. She definitely knows how to live life to the fullest, and never hold back. She lives every second as though it's her last.
Friendly
All you need to do to be Chesiree's friend is say hi. Ches totally loves friends, or anybody for that matter. Chesiree is extremely social, chatting up anyone or flashing a smile to that totally hot boy all the girls want.
Negative Traits:
Stubborn
Chesiree is the most stubborn person in the world. She likes to have things her way, and hates it when it doesn't go that way. It frustrates alot of people that she is so headstrong.
Immature
This is a side she rarely shows, but Chesiree is actually very immature. this ties into wanting what she wants, but Chesiree can get very hyper and act very childish.
Snobby
Chesiree has a slight too-good-for-you attitude, but it doesn't show alot. She knows she has talent, and likes to have that known. She only acts like this around new students.
Greatest Ambition: What Chesiree loves to do most is dance, and she will do anything to reach her goal. Nothing can stop her from reaching her dreams of becoming a professional dancer, she won't stop till she's at the top.
Greatest Fear: Chesiree has an extreme fear of being rejected, no matter how small the situation. Especially when it comes to relationships.[/size]
`History ,,
Chesiree Nikole McKenna first met the world on that memorable summer day, July 12th, 1990. The weather was absolutely perfect, and Chess was the most beautiful thing her parents had ever seen. Given a unique name, and wrapped up in a baby Green blanket, little Chesiree was sent home to be loved and cared for for the next few years of her life. Right before Mary-Alice and Daniel McKenna's eyes, their little girl grew from infant, to the little toddler with the chocolate-brown ringlet curls. Then Chessy's little brother Eric was born, and life just couldn't get any better.
Chesiree had a good life growing up. She was raised in a little town called Shawnee, in a middle class family with enough money to keep them happy, and her and her brother were well taken care of. Their house was big, her father built it a couple years before Chessy was born. She was always outside running around when she was little, playing in the little creek in her backyard. She also liked to run around in the woods that were close to her house, she and Eric would climb trees and race through the forest. Chesiree went to a small public school, spring-house elementary, and she had lots of friends. When she was 8, her sister Miranda was born, and Ches couldn't have been happier. She was gonna have a sister! Little Chesiree always helped take care of her sister, she helped feed her, and played with her all the time.
When Chesiree was six years old, her father enrolled her in a ballet class. 'This will be good for her.' Her father always said. Turns out, he was very, very right. Every other night Chessy would come out of the small dance studio in her little tutu, a smile on her face, with a red tint to her cheeks. This was what she loved the most, and so years passed, and nine-year-old Chesiree was already performing and competing in large competitions. By the time she was twelve, Chesiree had taken up Jazz and Tap, and she was a natural. Her talent impressed her teachers, and made audiences whistle and applaud. Performing her way through the next years of her life, her parents provided her with enough money to afford the Washington University of Arts. So the 18 year old packed up her stuff and took her first step onto the WUofA campus.
Chesiree Nikole McKenna first met the world on that memorable summer day, July 12th, 1990. The weather was absolutely perfect, and Chess was the most beautiful thing her parents had ever seen. Given a unique name, and wrapped up in a baby Green blanket, little Chesiree was sent home to be loved and cared for for the next few years of her life. Right before Mary-Alice and Daniel McKenna's eyes, their little girl grew from infant, to the little toddler with the chocolate-brown ringlet curls. Then Chessy's little brother Eric was born, and life just couldn't get any better.
Chesiree had a good life growing up. She was raised in a little town called Shawnee, in a middle class family with enough money to keep them happy, and her and her brother were well taken care of. Their house was big, her father built it a couple years before Chessy was born. She was always outside running around when she was little, playing in the little creek in her backyard. She also liked to run around in the woods that were close to her house, she and Eric would climb trees and race through the forest. Chesiree went to a small public school, spring-house elementary, and she had lots of friends. When she was 8, her sister Miranda was born, and Ches couldn't have been happier. She was gonna have a sister! Little Chesiree always helped take care of her sister, she helped feed her, and played with her all the time.
When Chesiree was six years old, her father enrolled her in a ballet class. 'This will be good for her.' Her father always said. Turns out, he was very, very right. Every other night Chessy would come out of the small dance studio in her little tutu, a smile on her face, with a red tint to her cheeks. This was what she loved the most, and so years passed, and nine-year-old Chesiree was already performing and competing in large competitions. By the time she was twelve, Chesiree had taken up Jazz and Tap, and she was a natural. Her talent impressed her teachers, and made audiences whistle and applaud. Performing her way through the next years of her life, her parents provided her with enough money to afford the Washington University of Arts. So the 18 year old packed up her stuff and took her first step onto the WUofA campus.
Best Memory: When she won her first competition for dance. Every time she thinks about it it makes her smile. She was just eight years old when she got her first trophy. Ches remembers the adrenaline rush she got standing in line on the stage with the other performers, waiting for the decision to be made. She was so happy when her name was called and everyone stood up and clapped, her parents both wearing proud smiles on their faces. She still has the trophy sitting on a shelf in her old room back in Shawnee.
Worst Memory: Her worst memory is when her mother had told her that Chesiree's parents were getting a divorce. They had got in a big fight the night before and decided it was over. Chesiree cried for weeks, all her friends parents were divorced and she was always so scared about it happening to her. Nothing could compare to the sadness she felt the day her dad left.
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`Writing Skill ,,
the music in her head slowed to a stop, and brooklyn opened her eyes, a hint of a smile etched on her face. that had been great for her, just what she needed. much better than these idiotic 'rehab' sessions, if you could even call them that. brook scoffed at the thought that she was probably missing one right now. she dropped her arms and started toward the burgundy duffel bag she dropped there on her way into the small room. brooklyn smiled. the feeling she always had after an hour of what she loved most never got old. it made her feel so calm and euphoric, beats getting high by a long shot. too bad drugs are addicting, or else she would have no reason to be at this school.
brooklyn slung the bag over her shoulder and opened the door slowly. she couldn't be seen, that was a must. it made the nineteen year old shudder to think about if she ever got caught. nobody would ever take her seriously again! she made herself look tough for a reason. but that would never happen. she was way to careful for anything to ever go wrong. brooklyn peeked around and down the hallway. all clear, good. brook smiled again and strutted down the hallway like she owned the place, back to her usual self. this was the brooklyn that everyone else saw, the stuck-up, mean, too good for you version. she was used to acting like this, and was definitely more comfortable like this.
brooklyn sighed. it was hard to be strong like this 24/7, and she was finding less and less time for relief. she wanted someone to talk to, to let within her walls. but she, just like almost every single person in this academy, had major trust issues. how could she determine who was worthy enough to hear her secrets and not shout them out to everyone else? the answer was simple; she wouldn't. brooklyn continued down the long hallway, a smile still on her face.
[/size][/center]the music in her head slowed to a stop, and brooklyn opened her eyes, a hint of a smile etched on her face. that had been great for her, just what she needed. much better than these idiotic 'rehab' sessions, if you could even call them that. brook scoffed at the thought that she was probably missing one right now. she dropped her arms and started toward the burgundy duffel bag she dropped there on her way into the small room. brooklyn smiled. the feeling she always had after an hour of what she loved most never got old. it made her feel so calm and euphoric, beats getting high by a long shot. too bad drugs are addicting, or else she would have no reason to be at this school.
brooklyn slung the bag over her shoulder and opened the door slowly. she couldn't be seen, that was a must. it made the nineteen year old shudder to think about if she ever got caught. nobody would ever take her seriously again! she made herself look tough for a reason. but that would never happen. she was way to careful for anything to ever go wrong. brooklyn peeked around and down the hallway. all clear, good. brook smiled again and strutted down the hallway like she owned the place, back to her usual self. this was the brooklyn that everyone else saw, the stuck-up, mean, too good for you version. she was used to acting like this, and was definitely more comfortable like this.
brooklyn sighed. it was hard to be strong like this 24/7, and she was finding less and less time for relief. she wanted someone to talk to, to let within her walls. but she, just like almost every single person in this academy, had major trust issues. how could she determine who was worthy enough to hear her secrets and not shout them out to everyone else? the answer was simple; she wouldn't. brooklyn continued down the long hallway, a smile still on her face.
`Behind The Character ,,
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